Testo Wait - Royce da 5'9"
Testo della canzone Wait (Royce da 5'9"), tratta dall'album Layers
Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does
So I play to the tune of my own
Eardrum while I'm out on my quest, love
I don't speak on behalf of myself but my impeccable rep does
Christmas morning I remember waking
Up wishing I could just go to sleep
'Cause we only got like two toys a piece
I asked my pop did he do more for me
He said "Yes, I got you clothes and heat
And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth"
Huh, I'm royalty
I took whoopings, I took losses but no defeats
And been dropped and been shelved with no release
Been in jail, no commissary or relief
But God looks over me like a cross and rosary
Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won't hesitate
Stripes on the cans in the cabinet, section eight
My son got on them 350 boots, Kanye West's dressing bait
Asking me questions 'bout getting to second base
Uh, wifey texting SMH, house phone ringing off the hook
Conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late
But my other son's autistic, he wants my attention
This just might be my defining moment
Let them wait
It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold, let them wait
Old friends coming to they senses tryna reconcile
After I fell out with 'em but fuck them niggas, let them wait
Wait, I'm here for that green, for that moolah
You scheme, I see right through ya
I'm regal like a king father, King Azamunda
One thing's for sure, I think they do know
That me and Porter and Jey Uno
We don't play no games, no, we play sumo
We attempt to flatten into action with all these average flaccid
Defenseless rappers I have no problem killing like synth assassins
They tempers bad when my tempers graphic
They hot or they fly while I'm hot and flyer, I'm intergalactic
I been spectacular, flipping like I invented spatulas
My lyrics is futuristic, I'm in here with my vintage ratchet
With princess scratches
My mental actually incapacitate fast as my passion
And pen surpasses my ass and I leave a skid row in the street
Like I'm into smacking, I fill my engine with acid
With my finger wrapped around a hair trigger that resembles lashes
I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted
I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes
Like a symbol, my symbol should be expensive glasses
She with me, she a Afrocentric nympho chick with her ass did
Uh, she calling me back to back for a second date
While my ex is calling for make-up dick, let them wait
Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City
I weapon wave, everybody step away
They said that we should go our separate ways in high school
Now they wanna jump the line in my shows, let them wait
My whole life they pressure me, let them wait
You rushing me, you rushing excellence, let them wait
Police in my rearview mirror with they sirens on
But I'ma call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over, let them wait
It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold, let them wait
Old friends coming to they senses tryna reconcile
After I fell out with 'em but fuck them niggas, let them wait
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Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, Ryan D. Montgomery
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